Meanwhile.
Scott Harris anxiously waited in a van outside another abandoned factory.
This time he had used a nanny van, equipped with computers and other devices, parked discreetly at an entrance to the left of the abandoned factory.
"Any luck? Did you see anyone?"
Someone had just returned, and he immediately pressed down on the person's shoulder and asked.
The person shook his head, "No, I didn't dare get too close, for fear of being spotted and putting Ms. Clark in danger."
"And Mr. Harris as well? Has Ms. Clark not sent any signals yet?"
Scott Harris took a deep breath, his head aching as if split open, "No."
He now deeply regretted not stopping Ms. Clark that morning, and even letting himself be convinced by her to agree to the risk.
It had been nearly three hours since the incident, and there was no word from Ms. Clark. If Baron Lawrence found out... Scott Harris shivered at the thought.
Just as he was burning with anxiety, his phone rang.
